GARDENSONG

i was not sure
if it was either 

a magpies or jackdaws
but the black feather 

i found on sunday

& picked right up

& tucked neatly into 

my wide brimmed hat

because of any minute
reality / might / can / will

kick in the door
& pick me up

easy as mashed potatoes
or ham on rye

OWN YOUR MIRACLE WITH A POTATO

yeah theres
eight billion of us

but theres fuck all else
going on
in the massive black universe

we are some kind of special
own your miracle
& act like it

no black star
ever painted its pets

on cereal box card

with a potato

OILLESS - TUESDAY POPS

1.

i woke up

& most of it all
was a dream

&
i
cancelled
all
my
plans

that werent bars

deep in 
dusks hug



2. 


like
an
unbaked
potato

sitting on a chair

one lego
two lego

got no hair



3. 


thru
the
keyholes

theres sparse
electric sparks

keyhole glimpses
all
i
got  

big picture
too vast

survival puts blinkers on
&
pulls shut the shutters




4.

if
only
we
were
only monkeys

with our genius grip
ethically tempered

oilless
with eyes that see

we
would
know
the dolphins by now

& 
all
the 
whale kings

from wwf.panda.org

THE SPECTRE OF REPITITION

RED ALERT

at risk now
of repetition

i am a loop of snakes

cookie cutter
figure eights

in 
the 
urban vines 
jungle overlap 
shadow
confusion




PLUS UNACTION

at risk now
of 
climbing down now

the 

rabbit 
        o
      h oo e
         l 

of 
butthole 
inspection
experimentation . . .

coding truth
into
reflection questions




EQUALS THIS

knew york w/ tie chee
cheech ( chong )
cheese

oh cheese

tho art 
undangerous & delicious rot

then medals hammer
unglamour caboose 
carbonite flat

& lego IRA melt in misfire
@
revisionisms funeral -

well the wake feels full
fulfilled
filed

like papers & / or teeth

so
lucasfilm
is
disney exocet
disney exocet
vs
the  pixar scud

& again 1

potato caboose 0

from ce-review.org

JUST A GENE AWAY

the all day
every day
unemployable
cafe hangers

( that i try to not judge )

are
potato shapes
hung
on
apron strings

( i judged you )

and
it
looks
to
me
like 
you think youre council ronin
some kind of social housing samurai
with
those
dragons shimmering
on 
your
polyester shirt
pulled in 
too tight
by a 
too high 
bumbag
overstuffed with whatever weird comfort
you
need

( your ranks are only a gene away )

and you wield a multi remote
like its excalibur
pulled from stone 

enough buttons on it for a starship bridge

( i know its from argos
  comes with offbrand AAAs )

and its still in its packaging
cos you not got the ahead yet
this far 
from home
so you protect it
and you prize it 
like its a boss level diamond amulet
from
a
bedroom pc
tomb
raid

and your lips are like sausage
and your hair is in four styles
and you remind me of formica
and when your tongue comes out
its too big
like a cows
and
it knows too much
about wwf
and 
F series jet planes

oh reject army
youre just a gene away
and
i wonder of the heights
you could fall from
in
a
different
and
inclusive
world

from currys.co.uk

HOSPITAL ME

who's that joker
walking
the corridors
with
his
shuffleboots
and
bald
potatohead
blurting
blunt
warped
smalltalk to nervous automated laugh replies?

that joker - the 40 year old underachiever
with
bicyclemud
smeared
on
his
chin
chewing nicotine and biting pens
and scribbling in a pocket bent pad

and
rubbing his scalp in the stairwell
and
pounding his temples in the tearoom
as
if
to
kickstart his mind
and
put
some
reallight
in 
his
sleepdull
manson
lamps